Friday, May 8, 2015

There is magic in a new song.

Yes! Of course! That was the answer. A song. A new song.

At last. So easy. So obvious! She would sing to the memory
of Scathach. A silent song, woven about his stone, repeated and enriched from
the unknown regions which were her own passions, from the pleasures and visions
that were all her own. A song: until the spell was broken.